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Chapter 12-Interruptions

Staring at the small tiles of the kitchen floor, trying to avoid Jenny's blue eyes, ice-cold without any warmth, watching me struggling to find out what was wrong with me, I fumbled for something to say. For something to break the deafening sound of silence that beats down on you with all of its force until it breaks you. I can feel its weight on my shoulders and its thickness encircling us in the room, trapping us. Finally the bittersweet sound of nothing forces words and sentences out of you that no one understands except you. I change the subject.

"So, what time do you have to go work today?" I reopen the cabinet feeling the sharp smoothness of the corner of the wood against my fingers and try to think of what to do next.

"Today is Saturday; I don't go to work on Saturdays." She said it with such vigor and punch that I almost closed the cabinet again with a slicing bang, but stopped myself in time.

"Sorry, I forgot." Shaking my head, I shook out the distinct vision of her and putting back my now cloudy normal life in my sight and decided on reaching for a grey bowl, but my fingers never grasped the bowl.

"Michael, what is wrong? And don't say I'm fine because you aren't. I don't know what is wrong, but please tell me. You have been forgetting many things and not just when I work. Please just tell me, whatever it is, just tell me."

"There is a new case at work that is very stressful right now. Everyone is on it, but it is going nowhere." Keeping my back to her, afraid she would see through my all-to-familiar lie. But I didn't have to see her to know she didn't believe me, I didn't have to hear her speak to know she didn't believe me, I just knew.

"Okay…okay, so what now?" Turning around, tears circled her ice blue eyes and her knuckles were white clenched tightly into tight fists.

"What are you talking about? What now?" My voice rose to a level which it often does and I walked towards her and lowering my voice not wanting Sydney to overhear, my feet pounding on the tile stinging me with coldness.

"What are you going to do now? You obviously have your mind somewhere else, and honestly I don't want to be a second option. I know your work is important to you and if it is work, then fine, I can deal with that. But I don't think it is work. I don't think it ever was work." She reached out one of her shaking hands and steadied herself on the bare wall. A sudden pang of guilt swarmed my heart and all I wanted to do was tell her I was sorry.

Even though I didn't love her like I should, I still care for her. I love her, but not like I did someone else. Someone who left me as quick as the wind brushes past your hair putting it out of place and then returns it back to where it started out but the feeling of it still hangs onto you. But I know that sorry isn't enough, I have used sorry to many times and its worn down like the bottom of a child's shoe. I have to give her a solid reason, which I don't have which I never will have. I have to tell her the truth, no matter how hard the truth is going to hurt her. No matter how bad it will slice through her heart and slice through this house. Opening my mouth, ready to speak the truth, the phone rang through the silence that hovered over top of us.

The phone stopped my words, stopped my anger, stopped her tears, and stopped my feet, stopped everything. We both looked at it like we had no idea what it was, almost as if it were a bomb ticking to go off. After three long rings, she stretched one trembling hand to the phone and pressed the talk button and brought it up to her ear while brushing away the few strands of brown hair that fell from her messy bun.

"Hello?" Her voice was unstable and quavering from what we were in the middle of before the caller interrupted so conveniently. She let the person who I wanted to thank talk and then just sighed and let more tears run down her face falling onto down to the floor after gliding along her slippers.

"It's for you. Devlin." I walked over to her and took the phone from her, our fingers barely touching and I my eyes fell upon her blue ones once again. I mouthed the words sorry even though I knew it does no good.

"Hello." Walking back over to the counter next to the open cabinet, I watched her hardly paying any attention to Devlin who was telling me that I needed to come in immediately because of some new developments in another Rambaldi case and that I needed to know who gave the information.

 Jenny just watched me while wiping away her tears carefully and slowing trying to not let me notice. I noticed and so did the little girl still sitting quietly in the shadows which neither of us knew was watching us through wide eyes. Hanging up the phone and hurriedly getting dressed, I didn't speak nor look at Jenny and neither did she to me. Silence once again moved into to a so called happy family and I left without a goodbye to anyone. Without meaning to or noticing, I slammed the door shut behind me. A stark sound emitted and left a distinct barricade between us. I got in my car and drove away to the CIA building with nothing on mind except why did I have to think about her all the time.

Driving past stores and cafes, I didn't pay attention to anything that seemed real. Nothing seems real anymore and I have come to accept it and am beginning to like it. Usually what takes and feels like forever, takes only seconds. Feeling the smooth leather of the steering wheel under my fingers, I pull my car into the parking lot and realize that there is a car next to my spot that is normally not there. Grabbing my briefcase out of the back seat, I think nothing of the new car and try to throw out this morning's conversation or rather argument with Jenny out of my mind.

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